Wrap
  Then pass that joint
  
  ( *in the background* )
  Where the joint, man?
  Somebody got it
  I ain't got it
  
  Check it out y'all
  Mad Kap's in the house
  Nefrettiti's in the house
  And she finna kick it like this
  Come on now
  Come on
  
  [ VERSE 1: Nefretiti ]
  So just call me the spark, held by the flame
  Once again my beats make white boys reclaim
  A stain on your brain, and yet I'm stayin the same
  Bust another rhyme, move into the hard time
  My lifeline revolves into a circle of zero
  And like for real I never liked no superficial hero
  Now this joint is fat, so spark up that fat joint
  And yes, you best believe I'm born again to prove my point
  To say the least, I know you know that hip-hop won't stop
  I smooth will get wreck, then pass me the joint
  
  Pass it around
  Pass it around
  Pass it around (2x)
  
  [ Motif ]
  Improvisation is the key to this freestyle
  Hip-hop style, while jazz in the meanwhile
  Stride, glide, and all that good stuff
  Ride to the rhythm of this jazz, it's rough
  You're crippled in the brain from a late night feature
  The government is run by the beast and the creatures
  Hanger for the hook-up, for the jab it's junk
  They're comin in your speaker with the funk-fu-fu-funk
  Some want you to say today I can't fit on one caper
  Take out the seeds and begin to rollin papers
  Then I roll the blunt or a spliff or a fattie
  Feelin like a hood with a beanie in a Caddy
  I love my herb, I love my money, cause I'm young, matty
  Never eat the pork, cause it's much, much too fatty
  So come down, selector, and give me my props
  I'm runnin through a field of marihuana crops
  I'm thinkin, all the green, fat, crazy, stinky buds
  Flow on the instrumental, cause this rhyme is not a dud
  
  [ Coke ]
  Gettin crazy blunted, and you'll never say I fronted
  On the raps, cause I take the track and run it
  Into the ground, I'm ghetto clown number one
  Rhymes are kinda fat like two tons of fun
  Smash, boom, bam! and I never sound flam
  It's that nigga King Tee with the Mad Kap band
  Gettin stupid high off the chocolate ghetto thai
  So pass the dutchie on the left-hand side
  King Tee and Nef, and the rhymes are on point
  But now it's time for Coke to pass the fuckin joint
  
  Pass it around
  Pass it around
  Pass it around (5x)
  
  [ King Tee ]
  Now here comes the bomb...
  Pass it around, throw some flex in
  Peek-a-boo! I mean - ooh! I be fresh when
  I do that, but wait - who dat? It's the King
  Mad Kap, Nefrettiti's the queen
  With the sound of Africa to the streets
  Somethin the Man can't cheat
  And make it pop, cause we're already poppin
  So I'm whistlin, sittin on the dock by
  The bay, singin 'ay-hey,' can you copy?
  Boomin like a jeep, deep with my posse
  What's up, sister? yeah, it's Mister
  K-i-n-g Tee, I brung a mixture
  Of ruff rhymes, I drove by to shoot the pop rap
  Cause you know you gotta stop that
  Bullshit, but when my pull hits, it's on point
  And I got the fat joint
  
  Pass it around
  Pass it around
  Pass it around (4x)